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Alice Loryce
Alice glared down at the ink pool on her paper, a deep focus hovering on her face. She stared just a second longer and then the ink began to quiver across the page, catching faint gleams of light in the dark room. The once meaningless blotches pulled and leaked into poetry, 'written' in beautiful form and style. The fluid seeped and glided under the power of her mind, the excess bleeding off of the page and lifting into the air to land back inside the bottle.
She folded her arms and stood, walking over the far side of the room and peering out of the window. Alice frowned at the bleak scene she was a little too used to seeing; the same road, the same trees for two years straight. Sure she could crack the super-safety glass with her mind but getting past the gate was a different story. Alice turned and faced her desk, levitating the various objects laid about its top.
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Haley sat on her bed in room four staring at the ground. Her mind deeply concentrated on her remaining unnoticed. A small indent etched in the cover but there was no one there to the human eye. Heart racing she felt alone and scared. Why would my parents not want me? She asked herself over and over again.
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- Eye of Knowledge
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Give this lonesome
Me
Something to behold
No matter the consequence
Dorian stared... and stared... and stared... The mirror he clutched in his left hand wavered and the dim light that filtered through the shadows glared across its silver surface. He was sitting on the steps that lead up to the heavy double doors behind him. He sighed heavily and he slipped his right hand from the brim of his top hat and he touched the hard leather of his chain-encrusted eyepatch that masked his left eye.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
He tapped his nails against the back of the mirror before he looked up at the distant trees. They looked fragile and tiny, more fit for a parade of dolls than for the inhabitants of the damned academy he was forced to attend. He dropped his gold gaze back into the mirror and a lock of his dark blue hair fell into his eye. Do I really look that much younger...? A 15... or even a 13 year old...? He supposed he did for all the wise-cracks he had gotten back when he still lived in Rostov Veliky... Nearly every student, every single one of his classmates--except maybe a select few that were too startled by him--would point and laugh at him... That was until he changed his clothes and allowed his blood-red and violet pupil-slitted left eye to be seen.
He cracked a wide grin at the memory; it was only a year ago when he took his plan into action. He sighed again and he clutched the small mirror in both of his hands as he stared at his reflection. He flickered his gold gaze over his dainty lips, his pale skin was a shock against the dark blue of his hair, and his elongated canines flashed in the scant light that penetrated the deep shadows that shrouded him in darkness.
"Hm," Dorian pushed himself up and he batted the thin layer of dust from his black slacks. As he walked up the steps he had been sitting on, the chains and buckles that strapped around his boots jangled and clanked. He clutched the brim of his top hat in between his thumb and forefinger of his right hand and he lifted it off the crown of his head. He shook the tangles from his hair as he tapped the double doors open with the toe of his right boot and he dropped his left hand to his side--the mirror clutched firmly between his long fingers.
He hummed lightly to himself as he paused just inside the doorway of the entrance room. He glanced around and he didn't pay any heed to the exquisite architecture as usual. This was the most difficult for him: not knowing where to go first once he stepped inside the dormitory. "Well," he sighed to himself as his gold gaze caught on a sweeping grand staircase that took up most of the space on the far right side of the room. He smiled at the scrolled banister and the crimson carpet that tiered down the center of the wide steps. If anything in the main entrance to the dormitory warmed his heart, it was the grand staircase; it reminded him so much of his own extravagant home back in Rostov.
He plopped his patterned top hat back onto the crown of his head and he flickered his gaze up the length of the stair case. "I suppose I can head back to my room... See what Alice is up to... If she even feels like speaking, that is... Though there's always the off chance I could bonk into someone..." He chuckled to himself as he shrugged, then he walked towards the foot of the staircase--his boots clunked and jangled in his wake.
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Alice carefully freed the items from her mental grip, the objects drifting safely back onto the desk. She looked to the window again; maybe she was insane since somehow she expected there to be a different scene beyond glass.A vision began to form in her head utilizing her powers and bringing back every sweet smell and emotion of the past on her lake house. Those were better times where she attended a private institute and was an ace in regular classes. Then there was a clatter and the memories dissolved away.
Alice didn't need her extra-sensory abilities to know the cause. She waved a hand to the door and it glided open, revealing a the staircase not far away. Her and Dorian had a.. different relationship; it was something she'd never felt before. Glancing around for something obnoxious and harmless, Alice lifted a large bean-bag chair from the room and tossed it playfully down the stairs with only a thought, smiling all the while.
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Crisy sat on the edge of her bed stroking lily on the back. She purred Loudly ' Feels Good Feels Good' the cat nudged Crisys hand " I know I know" she sighed and stood up placing the cat on the bed ' no pet me more more!' lily meowed she was twirling around on the bed " oh be quiet you greedy cat" Crisy scowled back Lily sprawled her self across the bed 'fine' she walked over by the door "well Lily, I guess I can get out of this room i mean its been a day and people should be settled already right so I wont have to talk to anyone i hope" Lily jumped of the bed and followed after Crisy 'right' Crisy and lily walked out of the room and made there way down the hall.
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He closes his eyes and feels the water rushing down his head to his back from the shower head. He remembers his training on the military base and this asignment to be quartered in this Academy. Slowly he turns off the water, still standing there in the train of thought.
He opens the shower door, grabs the towel on the rack and raps it around his waist. Barely able to see himself in the mirror he looks at his fogged and fuzzy reflection. He wipes the mirror in a downward stroke, brushes his teeth, drys his hair, walks into his bedroom. Still his hair dripping and body a little wet; he opens his dresser, seeing a shirts, pants, other belongings folded neatly. He pulls out his boxers and some military issued non-camo sweat pants and a white long-sleave shirt.
He turns on his stereo system hook up to his iPod, playing This Conversation is Over - Alesana. He walks into the kitchen, pulling out 3 eggs, a cooking pan, 2 pieces of bread, a pack of bacon, and 5 oranges. He cracks the eggs on the cooking pan, placing the 2 pieces of bread in the toaster, cooking the bacon strips next to the eggs. The eggs were laid down next to the bacon in a standard order with the toast on the side, he cut the oranges in half and squished and grated the juice into a cup.
He sighs, looks at his plate then looking up out to the window. He sat there at the table not touching his food, lost again in thought. He couldn't get the thought out of his head, "Why in the hell am I forced to be here..... in all places? What is the point of staying here?", he clentches his fists tightly.
He opens the shower door, grabs the towel on the rack and raps it around his waist. Barely able to see himself in the mirror he looks at his fogged and fuzzy reflection. He wipes the mirror in a downward stroke, brushes his teeth, drys his hair, walks into his bedroom. Still his hair dripping and body a little wet; he opens his dresser, seeing a shirts, pants, other belongings folded neatly. He pulls out his boxers and some military issued non-camo sweat pants and a white long-sleave shirt.
He turns on his stereo system hook up to his iPod, playing This Conversation is Over - Alesana. He walks into the kitchen, pulling out 3 eggs, a cooking pan, 2 pieces of bread, a pack of bacon, and 5 oranges. He cracks the eggs on the cooking pan, placing the 2 pieces of bread in the toaster, cooking the bacon strips next to the eggs. The eggs were laid down next to the bacon in a standard order with the toast on the side, he cut the oranges in half and squished and grated the juice into a cup.
He sighs, looks at his plate then looking up out to the window. He sat there at the table not touching his food, lost again in thought. He couldn't get the thought out of his head, "Why in the hell am I forced to be here..... in all places? What is the point of staying here?", he clentches his fists tightly.
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- Eye of Knowledge
Eye of Truth
Give this lonesome
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Something to behold
No matter the consequence
Poof! ... Thud...!
Dorian coughed, his wide-eyed gaze riveted on Alice as he stood a few paces outside the now open door. He should have known something was up with the door opening of its own accord--though he knew very well that Alice had done it. He was silent for a long moment as he stared at Alice, then slowly, as if on cue, he raised a dark blue eyebrow. "Great, good one," he huffed with a playful glitter in his gold eye, "nicely done, indeed!"
He averted his face towards his side of the room and he chuckled as he grinned. He raised his right hand and he masked his mouth as his boisterous laughter lilted into a cheery giggle. "Ah, jeez. So glad I was off the stairs; I would have tumbled down them from surprise."
He knocked the door shut behind himself with the heel of his right boot and he paused for a short moment to flick his top hat free from the crown of his head. He reached up and he plopped it on a long metal hook that protruded from the top of the door. He turned on his left heel to face Alice and he cracked a mischievous smile as he tossed the small mirror onto his bed; the silver surface flashed in the meek light that filtered through the window in front of him. He stepped up in front of her and he tilted his head minutely to his right. His smile widened dangerously and his gold eye flickered with a malicious light. He raised his right hand and he grazed his fingertips across her cheek teasingly. "Now, mi'laya moy'a," [my sweetheart] he cooed in a low whisper, the nickname he used for just about everyone slipped easily and sweetly from his lips as he looked down at Alice, "do you really wish to subject yourself to my power?"
He searched her eyes for a short moment as he wound a lock of her hair around his right forefinger. He had always had a twisted way to show his affection for a particular person. He didn't express his feelings of friendship through simple hugs... his were much, much more than that... Back at home, in Rostov, he had quite the fan-base of women--and more than a few men, but it was only the women who took in the pleasure to bask in the glory of his bed. He didn't give the lusting men the satisfaction of touching him as he had allowed the women--Dorian was straight after all, but he had to throw the men something to chew on, no? So, he satisfied them with simple touches and gentle kisses, though nothing more extreme than that.
Dorian flickered his gold gaze to Alice's lips and he grazed his fingertips down her cheek and he brushed them across her lips. "Or... I can express my appreciation of your friendship for the past couple years, eh?" His smile brightened and he dropped his hand to his side as he raised his gaze back up to hers, "Or we can just have a giant pillow fight!"
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